Kacie “Why Kacie? Why did you act that way? I thought that if I sat back and let you guys talk it out that it would get better but that’s not what happened. The longer I stood back the worse it got. Instead of getting better I watched it unfold in front of me like a car accident I couldn’t stop. Why did you talk to him that way? I don’t understand why you acted like that. I’ve never seen you that way. I don’t know who you are anymore. Why didn’t you try to stop Jake from leaving? I went after him to try and bring him back. He’s one of us, isn’t he?! You told him he would be one of us. You told him he was one of us. You said you needed him as much as you did me. Was that a lie? Did you not mean it? Did you not mean any of it?” Viktor asked. “Why did I talk to Jake that way? What way? With honesty? Why did you leave me alone? What I needed was for the two of you to keep your promise! Why are you acting like you didn’t do anything wrong?!” “What are you talking about?” Viktor asked. He
Kacie I was surrounded by darkness. I didn’t know where I was or when I was. All I knew was that I was in a pool of cold thick liquid. As much as I tried to pull, yank, or push forward through the thick substance, my legs wouldn’t budge. I felt like I was holding my breath under water and my movements were panicked. My anxiety was rising the longer I held my breath. No matter how hard I moved I couldn’t get free and things were starting to look bleak. A voice yelled out to me but it was muffled underwater. I couldn’t tell who it was and I listened hopefully as a muffled voice yelled again. I couldn’t tell who it was but I knew that whoever it was was here to help me. Wherever it was coming from the person was out of reach. They weren’t stuck like I was. I knew that no matter how hard I tried, I would not be able to go to where they were. “Kacie!” I could make out what was being called. Kacie. That was me. They were calling me. I jerked forward as hard as I could but I didn’t move.
KacieWhatever I was expecting to hear come out of Jake’s mouth that wasn’t it. I was waiting to hear that I was dying or that I had contracted some illness that would cause my body to slowly deteriorate over time. Even the worst thoughts cases came to mind. The negative voice that whispered all of the worse case scenarios. I wouldn’t have been surprised if they told me that they were going to leave me. I could see them both leaving me for each other and running off into the sunset together. But this? Out of all of the crazy possibilities, pregnancy wasn’t even a possibility.It felt like just moments ago I was fighting for my life. I had been fighting against time to get back to them. I knew that had been a dream but it doesn’t change the fact that it felt so real. My fight or fight has been activated and I’ve chosen to fight. It’s not that easy to take it down or stop. Instead of feeling like I’m with my partners, I feel like I’m in the middle of a battle. A battle I can’t lose or t
Kacie Now I don’t know why everyone thinks telling someone to calm down when they aren’t calm is a good idea. It’s actually possibly the worst thing you can do in that scenario. Having them here should have made me feel better. We should have been able to sit here comfortably and talk things out, but the more I looked at them the more I wanted to scream and cry. Nothing was working out and I didn’t want to think about a child. I didn’t want to think about bringing a life into the world right now. Not with the witches here and definitely not while I was at a crossroads with my mates. They should have been here by my side before. Before I fainted, before they knew I was pregnant, before when they should have been. I didn’t want them by my side because of this, not just because of this. I wanted them to be here because they wanted. Not because I was birthing an heir into the world. Now that I was thinking about it, my mind began to wander. The fight. Jade. The mud monster. My injuries.
Kacie “Whoa whoa,” Viktor said. Viktor waved his hand in the space between me and Jake in an attempt to get our attention. I swiped at the angry tears that streaked down my face and the snot that beaded on my lip. I was a teary hot mess. Jake had vengeance in his eyes and I could tell from the way they flashed that he was already blaming Jade. This vendetta he has with the witches is starting to get old. I get that he doesn’t trust them and I get that she hurt me. I even understand where he would be irritated with her, pissed even for placing me here. But she is not to blame for any loss. How could Jade have known that I was pregnant? It wasn’t even her responsibility to train me that day. Clara wasn’t there that morning and she would have done the same thing if not worse to me had she been present. She only did what she was supposed to do, which was to train me. Neither Jake nor I could be angry at the witches for this. They were not the ones who were to blame. If they were to poin
It’s supposed to be the three of us and yet they’re chatting it up without me. They’ve LINKED without me. They’ve got something to say to each other that can’t be said in front of me and that irritates me to no end. To no fucking end. Maybe I’m being dramatic, maybe I’m being emotional, maybe even fucking hormonal but no matter their reason, they shouldn’t be talking without me. They shouldn’t be conversing without me. It feels like I’m on the outside looking into their relationship and I can’t stand it. I hate it. I hate the predicament I’m in. I hate this whole damn situation.Why didn’t Jake answer when I asked him about that night?Why was Jake the first to speak?Can I trust him?Can I trust any of them?Viktor ran the entire night.Jake, drinking?Drinking with fucking who? Do I believe this?Do I take what they’ve said and believe it without asking questions?Questions that could shake the very foundation of this relationship?I do know one thing… I won’t ignore the red flags.
Doctor James walks around the bed and comes to a stop in front of the machines by my side. His lips don’t move but his eyes smile down at me. He leans down slowly and slides my shirt up, revealing my bruised belly. My eyes dart away from my exposed skin as one of the nurses step forward holding a gelled tool. Doctor James turns from me and grabs it from her. When he turns back to me I stare at the tool in his had. Another nurse steps up with a paper like material in her hands. “Excuse me, Luna,” she said with a bow. She lifts her head and places the thin paper on my lower half. I watch as she lifts the material to my pelvis. She bows again and retreats to the monitor on the sonogram. “This isn’t going to hurt but it’s going to be cold,” Doctor Jame said. I nodded and he pressed the device to my flat stomach. I held my breath while he rolled it from one spot to the other while the nurse at the monitor clicked and clacked on the keyboard. He pressed into one spot before moving and pre
The room is quiet while the three of us watch Doctor James mull over his question. The nurses continue to clean up. One grabs the cords while the other grabs hold of the sonogram. I’m ready for his answer. Jake shuffles from one foot to the other and I know he’s nervous about what he’s going to say. Viktor is like a tall oak tree. He stands still and doesn’t bend to the winds of change. “We’ll excuse ourselves,” one of the nurses said. We wait for them to They both bow and exit from the room. When the door closes behind them, Doctor James looks like he finally has an answer for us. “We don’t know how the child was affected from the fight and honestly, only time will tell. In the meanwhile, I would suggest Luna Kacie stay in bed and relax. She should avoid fighting or training. She should avoid strenuous work until we know for sure that she is in the clear and the child is okay. She shouldn’t lift anything heavy either. I know that the position of Luna is a stressful one, but I would
My heat aches as the thoughts flit through my mind one after the other. Tears prick the corners of my eyes before filling them. My chest pangs with the need to be wrapped up in his arms. I know without a shadow of a doubt that Jake would do all of those things. He would care for me as he had before. He would look after me as my Beta, my partner, and the father of our child.My soul wept for him, my heart broke for him, and my mind went mad for him. I curled into a ball on the bed and grasped at the sheets as the pain poured from my body. I screamed as it became unbearable and my vision went white. I cried out, my cry turning into a scream, as the door burst open. It slammed against the wall, but still my vision remained impaired.I couldn’t see anyone, but I heard voices. I felt the rush of people around me and hands checking me and prodding my belly. I froze when I felt the warmth of a hand on my shoulder and a familiar scent I didn’t think I would ever smell again. I threw my head ba
Kacie I want to bury my head into his chest but I can’t. I can’t bring myself to look away. I continue staring at him as Viktor lays down by his side. He props himself up and stares down at him. The love and sadness in his eyes blend into one. His gaze darts back and forth between the two of us. A sad smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “I love you,” I whisper. “I love you,” Viktor says quietly. We shared stories, we cried, we laughed. I told him about one of the mornings after my Luna Ceremony when I woke up and found Jake naked across from me. He flexed and tried to show off. Viktor chuckled and shared a precious memory from when they first kissed. It was sweet and I wished I could have seen the look in Jake’s eyes if he had heard Viktor tell the story. The next memory Viktor shared with me was the look on Jake’s face when I walked out that first day in Ken’s house. When he smelled me and knew I was his mate, he only trusted Jake to be alone with me. That’s why he let him
Kacie“I have one request,” I said.“Anything my love,” Viktor said.“I don’t want him in the lobby. I want him in our room. Can we do that?” I asked.“We can do whatever we want Kacie,” Viktor answered.In the olden days, it was common for our kind to spend the dead’s last night with them. It was like a ritual, we clean their bodies with a cloth, wash their hair, and clothe them in something loose. After the ritual the body is placed in the living room or the pack lobby if the dead was an alpha. The family would then bring their blankets and pillows to sleep in the front on the couch or the floor. It’s the last night you get with the dead. It’s a form of closure and was done away with one hundred years ago, or at least that’s what Viktor told me. When he told me about it I clung to the knowledge and asked him if we could do it too. He admitted that he mentioned it to gouge my reaction. We looked into each others eyes and knew without a doubt that we needed to do it.It may have been
Kacie “I’ve failed. I failed and lost him,” Viktor said. The weight on his shoulders was large enough to make anyone crumble beneath it. Still, my mate stood firm. My heart broke for the mate we’d lost, but it soared knowing that he was safe. Instead of keeping my thoughts to myself I would make sure he knew. I would make sure he knew every day how much I loved him, how much I needed him in my life. I would make sure he knew how loved he was, but first, he needed to face Jake. He needed to come to grips with it as I have. He needs to make peace with it, so he can move forward. We both needed this. “Come here,” I said. I watched as he mentally drew back, away from me as if he would hurt me. As if he thought he’d lose me too if he touched me. I reached for him, my outstretched hand open in offering for him to take it. He had to take it. Viktor stared at my hand for a moment before his eyes darted to Jake on the ground between us. Desperation clear in his eyes when he looked back at m
Kacie In an attempt to feel whatever warmth Jake had left I pushed my body as close as I could to his. I ignored the unevenness of his body, the difference between it now and what I remembered. Everything in me came flowing out as my hair flowed out all around me. My hands grasped at his muddy shirt and my heart broke for the second time today. Jake’s body was hard and the finality of it pulled the sheet from beneath my feet. I was no longer able to deny the crushing reality. The warmth was seeping out of him as quickly as the clouds had formed above us. Footsteps squelched behind me announcing Viktor’s presence. My pain vibrated in his chest as he stopped behind me. It was enough to pull him away from mourning his sister. The curiosity outweighing the fear led him to me. I could feel his pain as he felt mine. I knew when he saw who lay beneath me because he made an unintelligible sound behind me. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to lift my head. I couldn’t look back at him. I couldn’
KacieI’ll hurt you.I don’t want to hurt you.I don’t want to hurt him. I wouldn’t hurt him. The urge, no, the need to make sure I don’t hurt him runs through my veins as the idea of burning him strikes me hard in the chest. It’s like an ice cold bucket of water and I feel like I’ve jolted awake from a dream. The flames protest against my will as my mind refuses to hurt the man in front of me. For the first time since becoming aware I look at him. My eyes wander over black hair, a sharp jaw, and full lips. Dark tired eyes filled with worry stared down at me. My mate reaches for me a second time and this time I extinguish the flames with the flick of my wrist as realization dawned on me.My mate.He’s okay.He’s alive.If my mate is here than why am I so hurt?My does my heart bleed?I lean in toward him and his hand gently grazes over my cheek, his shoulders relaxed, and relief stared back at me. I was safe. I was in one piece. I had survived. If he hadn’t gotten my attention things
Kacie My father’s breathing is haggard and strained beneath me. At my words he roars angrily. He’s weak, useless below me, unable to get away. When I straighten my back, lift myself up, and stare down at him. I take a moment to look over the expression of fear and regret in his eyes. I don’t bother with emotion because right now, I feel nothing. There’s only a high, a haze of bliss from his acceptance. It’s settled over me as I hover over him. The power of taking what I want, getting the revenge I sent out for. I’m hurting him, torturing him, killing him. I focus on this as he stares up at me. “All of this will do nothing. You may have killed my friends and you may have won the fight between you and I, but there’s one you haven’t and can’t win. You can’t win against death,” Charles chokes. I don’t want to hear anymore. I don’t want to hear the truth drip from his lips like poisoned honey. I won’t let him win and I won’t let his words get to me. I won’t change my mind and I won’t hea
Charles yanked his arm back but I didn’t let go. I did the opposite, I dug my nails in as he pulled, my claws dug into his skin and ripped. Blood pooled and burned, he yanked again this time, ignoring the bite of my nails as they pierced deeper. He wrenched his arm free, or what was left of it. I could feel his skin under my claws, chunks of meat between my fingers, as he cried out in pain. I take a moment to enjoy my work. His once scorched pink skin had turned black, blood ran down his arm and dripped to the floor. Charles turned to glare at me, and for the first time since meeting him, fear stares back at me. He clutched his injured arm and I watch as his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows nervously. Sweat pools on his temple and slides down his brow. I chuckle at this small victory. He must have thought that I would be an easy kill. The young girl he once knew died a long time ago. Did he think that his words would have weakened me? Did he think that his words would have an affect
KacieNow that I knew Viktor would be okay, I could give in to what I’ve wanted since seeing the devastation the Elders caused. Now that I knew that Clara would have Viktor, I felt the opposite of what I’ve before at the thought of them together alone. I felt relief. She would make sure he was safe. I turned from Clara and focused on that man I once called father.Answering to the call of my growing flames I dashed forward. I promised to give them what they wished soon. The need for blood, for sliced skin, and the smell of burning flesh drove me forward. I would have what I desired, I would have my vengeance, my revenge. My anger fanned the flames and they grew hotter than they ever have before. I screamed out in anguish as I rushed toward the man who should have been the father I deserved. He was nothing but a disappointment.Tears run down my cheeks before they dry up and evaporate. I don’t cry for him or what I’m going to do, no, I’ll revel in my father’s death. The tears continue